When you're in mourning for a Goa'uld, your friends look at you
strangely. They wait for it to wear off - they whisper of recovery
and reabsorption, not bereavement or separation.

Looking back, you're amazed that Skaara could rebel against so
complete and pervasive a union. "Closer is He than breathing,"
someone once said, and religious symbolism that was abstract before is
quite literal now. You became something bigger than Captain Carter -
a perfect union, fearful in wrath yet infinite in love. For a little
while, you were Jolinar of Malkshur.